Frankl's genius lies not in claiming attitude is all that matters—a comfortable fiction for the comfortable—but in insisting it's the *only* thing that remains when everything else vanishes. He survived Nazi concentration camps, so this wasn't a self-help platitude but hard-won knowledge about where human dignity actually lives. When a parent loses their job, they cannot choose away the financial crisis, but they can choose whether their children experience a household of shame or one of purposeful adaptation—and that choice, paradoxically, often determines what happens next. The freedom he describes is not freedom from suffering, but freedom *within* it.